Good news: I transmigrated into a world where everyone must survive on an endless sea, and everyone can form a contract with a personal follower.
Bad news: My cheat ability is bizarre. It only lets me take in disabled, ugly women.
A useless fish-woman covered in oozing sores? I’ll take her.
A bald, flightless roast bird? She’s in.
A reborn person laughs at me for courting death, while my ex-girlfriend mocks me without restraint.
But as time goes by, the whole internet is suddenly stunned.
How did that mermaid covered in sores become a goddess of peerless beauty, able to summon raging waves with a casual wave of her hand?
How did that bald freak grow purple-gold thunder wings, and why does anyone who dares run their mouth get their head blown off on the spot?
The whole internet loses it: “Can I still jump into the sea and mutate now, or is it too late?”
